Well, apart from the guinea pigs getting divorced, things are much the same here.
I barely see the house in daylight.
Ben’s roaming free and tells (afterwards, when it’s too late to veto) of solo bike rides around country lanes.
Hannah is still yearning for Mulcie and Weezey – friends, not ailments.
And Mike? Well he’s coping.
The guinea pigs though, seem to have departed from their everyday tale of joined-at-the-hip sisterhood. And it’s all my fault, of course.
We were tiring of old, broken down, second hand hutches, found on dumps and in the local paper.
So I bought them a spanking new, two tier affair with a ramp to link the ground floor run to the first floor hutch.
But I’d forgotten how dim they are.
Normally they crush into one little igloo hideyhole together, leaving the other one empty.
Now though, only one of them can negotiate the ramp. So Phoebe’s taken to living on the top deck and descending occasionally to join her sister for food and playtime.
While poor, earth-bound Sandy is too scared to lumber her way up the scarey slope to the cosy night-time sleeping quarters. So she sleeps alone.
I’ve tried shoving her up the slope to join her sister, but she digs her little claws into the wood and makes feeble noises.
Perhaps she’s pleased to be rid of the snoring? Or maybe that’s me and a bit of wishful thinking…
Anyhow, enough of small creatures, I have a tag to reply to.
It’s from Potty Mummy, who wants to know things that will reveal my return to brain-dead working mode.
I have to tell you: –
What I’ve read.
What I’ve watched.
What I’ve listened to.
What I’ve surfed.
Well. I’ve just passed through a few years of re-reading long forgotten classics and discovering wonderful new authors. But that period is past and I’m now making up for years of minimal earning.
So what I’ve been reading will have you running for the door, at best.
The Spin Doctor’s Diary, by Lance Price.
It was £1 in the pound shop in Lincoln, so I wasn’t overly hopeful that I’d get much past the first chapter, but I did, eventually.
And some of it was quite fascinating.
A lot of it wasn’t.
Lance Price seemed to go on holiday a lot when he was working for Alastair Campbell, and he was left out of lots of major political decisions.
But the things he was involved in were gripping, and I realise now how carefully managed all that “news” was that we all saw unfolding on TV.
At the time I somehow didn’t quite believe it.
It’s a window into another world – bizarre and beyond belief.
I’ve also read –
- The Jersey Evening Post (every day, although not religiously)
- The Jersey Annual Social Survey 2007
- Scrutiny Code of Practice for States of Jersey
- a new anti-inflation strategy for Jersey
I think you get the picture…
What I’ve watched…
Well, I watch the news (ITV and BBC) every day, even if I have to catch it the next day on erratic “Watch Again” services.
I’ve been pining for CSI since January, as Jersey doesn’t yet have digital TV or Ch 5, and I’m too mean to pay for Sky.
So I’ve watched the first five minutes of a few things, a couple of DVDs of CSI, and some film Mike bought cheap in Woolworths, and that’s about it.
Oh, apart from Location/Relocation/Grand Design type programmes.
It’s great to feel even worse about our house-buying situation now we’ve moved to a place where the average house price is £435,000 – and that’s just for a three-bedroomed box house.
What I’ve listened to –
We left our CD/LP (yes, LP) system in Plymouth, intending to buy an MP3 speaker system. But we haven’t got around to it yet.
So we have no means of listening to anything other than the TV or radio, except on small, uncomfortable headphones.
What I’ve surfed –
I’ve been trying to keep up with my regulars, despite lack of time.
Fab people like Mother at Large (presumably now becoming a little larger than usual); Omega Mum; Beta Mom; Potty Mummy; Dulwich Mum; SAHD; Mutterings and Meanderings; Rilly Super; MYA; Man About the House; Pig-in-the-kitchen… and others I’ve probably forgotten because of a mind overtaken with too many policy documents.
I’ve also been looking at (oh dear, not more) local government websites, websites constructed using Sharepoint, and other tedious work-related nonsenses.
So that’s about it really.
Not very edifying.
And now over to …
Let’s hope you have a more erudite selection than I.